Spinnaker (The Park Bench Rant) The Narrative Of Captain Black Of The Left Bank -x02010 A wave came swept me off of the deck Angry sea gives and takes it away I kept on swimming, singing, searching for an island or garden to lie in The rain kept on falling on to my arms and legs They anchored me to slate gray water The albatross around my neck made it Hard to look up to see the sky I dreamt of the sand of your beach where I’d come ashore Wake up a little saddle soar but make it home I was smashed somewhere in between A murky sky and the coming tide, the coming tide Everyday the same swimming, sinking, feeling We rose, my rose but we did a lot of falling As they pulled me from their nets, stood on the deck Arms out stretched to the horizons where I saw you Sailing over oceans frozen in your doorway and me Stumbling down your streets speaking Incoherently with the night I was dreaming of your white sand unblackened by time and time again Where I could find some common ground to kiss and call my own